Winds Gather
In Windy City

By

Sarah Bryan Miller

Updated Sept. 3, 1997 12:01 a.m. ET

Chicago

The air is filled with the sound of flutes: flutes performing scales, flutes trilling, flutes playing snatches of recognizable tunes, flutes tootling at random. Sometimes the squeal of a piccolo rises above the pleasant treble cacophony; passing a display one may hear the quiet, mellow sound of an alto recorder. But one quickly learns to pass by carefully; intense flutists trying out instruments--right elbows thrust out,...